We have arrived in Sydney. I keep thinking of my other kid for some reason, the one who isn’t here. Must be something about the name.

So far, my favorite thing about this place is that they have showers here. Not surprising, really, but after ten million hours on an airplane, I really needed hot water, not only to make me smell human, but to get my head around the fact that I had no Monday. At all. International Dateline: it can happen to you.

Besides my momentous encounter with indoor plumbing, we have wandered our temporary neighborhood a little and done our first round of grocery shopping. The houses here seem to specialize in spiffy iron railings like these:

T.R. and I also liked this neighborhood lion:

Brent declined to be photographed in his pre-shower state, so I offer instead T.R. the rock star: